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Let me have more light, that I may behold him. ’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this white woman who understood. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. " "Conduct me to your dwelling, Sir, without further delay," said Trenchard, sternly,—"to the boy. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them.
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